Betrayed During My Engagement Party Chapter 03

Betrayed During My Engagement Party Chapter 03

On the third day, I went back to the office.
When I walked in, the receptionist glanced at me. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
I gave her a nod and kept going.
Two people were talking by the break room door.
They saw me and fell silent.
One lifted a cup and pretended to drink. The other buried their face in their phone.
I walked past.
A hushed whisper floated behind me.
“That’s her… the one from the engagement party…”
“For real? That’s brutal.”
“Heard her friend stole her fiancé…”
I pushed open my office door and sat down.
I turned on the computer and logged into the system.
There were a dozen unread emails.
I went through them one by one, replied where I should, and forwarded what needed to be forwarded.
My fingers on the keyboard moved at my usual speed.
The coworker in the next cubicle leaned over.
With a careful voice, she asked, “Mel… you good?”
I looked up and gave a small smile. “I’m good.”
“But… the engagement party…”
She didn’t finish her sentence.
My typing paused for a beat. When I spoke, my tone was calm but firm.
“What got ‘stolen’ was never my man. It was a problem I should’ve dumped a long time ago.”
I let out a sigh.
“I’m not letting any of this mess up my work or my life.”
The bullpen went dead quiet.
Everyone stared. The pity in their eyes shifted to surprise, then to respect.
I ignored it and focused on my tasks.
Heartbreak, betrayal, humiliation—none of that was an excuse to stop moving forward.
My life mustn’t get wrecked by two losers.
Half an hour later.
Alex’s assistant came to get me and led me to his office.
Alex was famous in the industry for being a gentleman—mature, steady, and soft-spoken.
He stood, poured me a glass of warm water, and slid it over.
“Mel, I know you’ve been going through something tough. If you need help—in any way—I’ve got you.”
His eyes were sincere; the concern measured just right. No lines crossed, no pity.
I could tell he liked me more than an employee.
But right now, I didn’t have the bandwidth or the mood to start anything new.
The wound was still open. I needed to heal myself first.
“Thank you, Mr. Alex.”
I looked him in the eyes.
“But I don’t need anything for now.”
He didn’t push.
He just held my gaze, steady, and nodded.
“Alright. Get back to work. If anything comes up, tell me.”
I stood and headed for the door.
“Mel.”
He called after me.
I turned.
“You’re better than you think. I believe in you.”
I gave a quick nod, pulled the door open, and left.
After work, back home, I went through every loan record line by line, my calculator flying.
Four hundred fifty-seven thousand three hundred dollars.
Not a cent more. Not a cent less.
That was everything Silco owed me.
I printed the statement, signed my name, and drafted the demand letter.
My phone buzzed again. It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it. It was an e-invite from Luna.
Mel, our engagement party is next week at the Hiltons Hotel. We’ve been like sisters for over twenty years. I hope you can come. Let the past go. We’re still good friends.
I stared at their lovey-dovey photo on the invite and slid a finger across the screen.
Good friends?
She stole my fiancé and torched my life, and now she wanted me to come watch her be happy?
I texted back two words. “I’ll go.”
She was right.
I should go.
If she wanted a public show that bad, I would give it to her.
But this show? I would be the one dropping the curtain.